Pride (8 page)

Gino spanked me with one hand and guided his pole between my buns. I bucked up and opened wide, pointing my asshole up in the air as my pussy bubbled and begged him to get back inside!

He climbed on top of me, and the sensation of his pubic hairs scraping against my ass cheeks is what sent me over the edge. My clit started throbbing in triple time, and when Gino reached under me and pinched my nipples while pounding me into the mattress, we both started bucking like horses.

“Ooohh…” Gino moaned behind me as I slobbered all over the bed. “I luh this tight pussy, Juicy. I luh the hell outta this pussy.”

All I could do was lay there and nod. I felt just like I was riding a warm wave on a magical river of love. Because between the slobber trickling out of my mouth and the hot cum gushing from between my legs, I had wet the whole damn bed up.

$$$$$

I had already decided not to tell Gino about how Pit had been pushing up on me, or about all the shit he had talked about my engagement ring, but I didn’t have to because as it turned out Pit told Gino himself.

My wedding was only two days away and DarQuese had promised to do something cold with my hair.

“You know I don’t usually get pressed out by what’s sitting on a chick’s head, but you got some real pretty hair, Juicy,” she said as she rubbed a thick, creamy shampoo through my curls and smoothed it down to my ends with a rat-tail comb.

“Your shit is obedient, you know? It does exactly what a stylist tells it to do. I’m about to tell this baby to be butter for you on Saturday, okay?”

I laughed and enjoyed the sensation her hands were creating all over my head.

“Oh,” she said. “I forgot to tell you. Cynthia swung by earlier. She left an envelope for you. She said you was holding something for her.”

Damn! I sat up and sucked my teeth. I had forgotten all about Cynthia. She was a beautiful big girl that I’d been sewing for lately. Her sister hosted a lot of hood fashion shows, and I’d designed three figure-flattering dresses for Cynt that I was supposed to bring with me and leave at the shop for her today.

“I forgot,” I told Quese, covering my mouth. “I totally forgot.”

“How did you forget to sew her stuff, Juicy? The show is tonight. You know that girl is depending on you!”

“No,” I shook my head quickly. “I already finished the dresses. I just left them at home and forgot to bring them with me.”

“Oh,” DarQuese said, pulling me back in the chair. She plunged her hands into my hair again. “Well, shit. That ain’t no problem. Just call your man and tell him to do you a solid. Ask him to run Cynt’s stuff over here and tell him you’ll pay him with free pussy for the rest of his life.”

Gino was right on it. My call had caught him and Sallie coming out of a business meeting, and he agreed to swing by our condo to pick up the dresses and bring them down to the shop for me.

“A’ight,” he chuckled when I told him what Quese had said about him getting free pussy for life. “I’m counting on that, baby. For real.”

“Wait!” I said, trying to catch him before he hung up. “Be careful about how you carry those dresses, okay? Cynt’s modeling them tonight so make sure you don’t let them get wrinkled. Just leave them on the hanger and hook it in the backseat of your ride.”

Gino didn’t know it, but I had been pushing my JuicyOriginals non-stop so I could buy him a dope wedding gift. At least three nights a week I would fuck him real good, then go in my sewing room and stay on my machine until daybreak.

I had full access to our bank account so I could have easily whipped out my debit card, but I was determined to buy my man something with money that I had earned on my own.

The black onyx ring that G used to twirl on his finger had been a wedding gift from Gino’s mom. Gino had seemed real proud when he talked about his mother buying that ring, and I had found a jeweler to design him an onyx and diamond ring that was twice as grand as the one G had worn.

I was planning on surprising Gino with it on our wedding day, right before I told him about our baby. Our future was looking damn good and I couldn’t wait to reveal all the surprises I had for my man!

I was sitting under the dryer with a hot oil treatment in my hair when I saw Teenie jump up from the front desk and jet toward the door. A second later, two chicks who had been waiting to get their eyebrows waxed were right behind her. They waved for DarQuese to hurry up and come see what was going on, and that’s when I jumped up and ran over to the door too.

I almost blacked out when I saw what was happening. Gino and Slick Sallie were standing outside in business suits and white shirts, and Gino was about to give Pit a beat down. My man had Cynthia’s dresses slung carelessly over his shoulder, and him and Pit were going in hard.

“What the hell is going on?” I yelled as I pushed past DarQuese and went to stand beside my man.

“Everything is chill, Juicy,” Gino said calmly. He gave me a quick kiss. “I got this, baby.”

Pit started laughing. He was standing there with one of his friends, showing his ass and trying to flex for his audience.

“Sup, Juice,” Pit said. “I was just telling ya man here how I could help him get an upgrade on that tiny speck of glass he got a dime like you flossin’. Looks like some shit he pulled outta a Happy Meal.”

Pit’s lil posse started laughing, and then Slick Sallie bust out with a stupid joke of his own.

“Are you crazy, dude? That’s at least a hundred grand hanging off Juicy’s finger!” He laughed. “As broke as I am, I’d jack her for that ring myself if I thought I could get away with it.”

Gino didn’t laugh at all. Instead, he swelled up on Pit. The two of them went back to beefing, but I got distracted from what they were saying because the guy standing next to Pit looked real familiar.

Oh, hell yeah. I’d definitely seen him before. He was an ex-NBA player who used to ball hard in Philly back when I first got with G.

I tried to ignore him and focus on the drama going down between Gino and Pit, but dude kept staring at me with this wicked look in his eyes. He was tatted up Philly-style and still sporting his trademark cornrows. He was still fine as shit too. I could tell he recognized me, but I turned my head and tried to play him off.

“Hey ma,” he said softly. I knew damn well he was talking to me. But I didn’t want no trouble. I swear to God I didn’t. Me and Gino were fresh in town and this wasn’t our hood. I igged that fool as hard as I could.

“Hey, ma,” he said again, and this time he was loud-talking over Pit and Gino and pointing dead at me. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

I gave him the dumb look and shook my head, no. Quese, Teenie, and a bunch of Hella Hot’s customers were standing there catching every word that sailed by, and all I wanted him to do was shut up.

Instead, he looked over at Pit and bust out laughing. “Yo, man. I
know
this chick. Shawty is a firecracker. Hot as hell. Sweet too. I got me some of that in a club back in New York, ak. Mami got a cute little monkey on her, word.”

Everybody out there shut the hell up and stared at me. I couldn’t even look at Gino. I was so ashamed I wanted to shrivel up and disappear. I’d only willingly fucked two men in my whole life: G and Gino. None of them other perverts who had raped and abused me counted. Me and Gino had both agreed on that. But what about this dude? He was the first man to ever eat my pussy! Did he count?

“I don’t know what you talking about,” I lied hotly. “I’m not even from around here.”

He cracked up laughing. “Oh, I know where you from baby girl! The same place you was from when I slurped your shit out.”

“Yo, muh’fucka–” Gino stepped up on dude and amped right the fuck out. “You said you slurped somebody’s shit?” He was way thicker and taller than the Philly baller and he got in that ass about ten feet deep, drilling Mister Cornrows with a blow so fast and hard it sent his skinny ass rolling over the hood of a parked car.

“Oh, shit!” Pit squealed as Gino went after the dude, stalking him out into the street. The baller swung a few hood blows, and a lucky one caught Gino on the chin. Cynthia’s dresses got slung straight to the ground as Gino snatched the dude up, flung him back onto the parked car, and then smashed his grill into the front bumper about ten times straight.

The Philly dude wasn’t no punk, but he had absolutely no wins. He might have been a fleet-footed baller, but the fast-fisted Brooklyn brawler was way too much for him to handle.

With his muscles straining under his suit jacket, Gino pulled his arm back and pounded his fist into the guy’s face until it was completely covered in blood. He didn’t stop until the guy was stretched out across the hood of the parked car spitting blood out of his busted-up mouth.

Dude was defeated. “I thought I knew her,” he kept saying over and over again like he was dazed and confused. “I made a mistake…I thought I knew her…”

“Stop lying!” I hollered, although I was the one lying my ass off. “I’ve never even seen you before! You was just trying to take the heat off Pit because his little ass was about to bite off more than he could shit out!”

“Fuck you,
bitch!
” Pit hollered.

Gino bent down to Pit’s level and slammed his big fist into the midget’s grill.

Cursing, Pit rushed at Gino. His buff little muscles bulged and flexed as he bear-hugged Gino’s knees and tried to force him off his feet and swing him to the ground.

But Gino was way too solid for that, and he scooped Pit up in a quick headlock that lifted him right off his feet. “Lemme school you for a minute, lil niggah,” Gino barked. His forearm dug into Pit’s throat as the midget’s feet dangled in the air. Pit struggled to breathe, kicking his legs wildly and swinging short, desperate punches.

“I don’t usually fight lil kids,” Gino told him, “but I don’t give a fuck how stunted yo’ ass is. Disrespect my woman again and I’ma treat you like a full-grown man and lay ya tiny ass down, ya heard?”

Gino turned him loose and Pit hit the ground hard. He rolled over on his stomach, but before he could get up Gino bent down and punched him in the back of his head with so much force it sounded like he’d swung a bat.

Pit yelped and tried to crawl away, but Gino capped him with a sweet roundhouse that almost sent his eyeball flying to the back of his skull.

Cupping his eye, Pit rolled over on his back again and howled, and then he reached down in the front of his pants like he was fumbling for his burner.

“Yo, yo,
yo!
” said a cold voice. “That better be your dick you fixing to pull out, my man.”

All eyes swung over to Slick Sallie, who was posted up in a wide-legged stance. He’d been standing there quietly the entire time, but now a shiny silver Glock was suddenly in his hand and he had it trained dead on Pit.

“Calm down, Cowboy,” Sallie said, checking Pit cold. “I’m the chief gunslinger on the block right now. So fight with your hands, my dude. Fight with your
hands
.”

The sight of the smooth white boy brandishing a gat made the danger all too real for me.

“Y’all stop! Y’all stop!” me and DarQuese both yelled. A small crowd had started to gather, and a couple of young dudes were laughing at the sight of Pit sweating and clutching his bulging eye.

Pit jumped to his feet and glared at the young boys. Something dark entered his eyes, and his sinister expression told me that this cat had been laughed at before. He had been laughed at a lot.

And he didn’t like it.

“Yo, you fuckin’ snuck me, son!” Pit bitched at Gino as he paced back and forth. “You
snuck
me! You got that one, but I’ma sneak you back. Yeah, I’ma put something on you that’ll sit you down, muh’fucka. Just watch. Me and you gone both be the same fuckin’ size!”